Battle of Whitesand Town

A wave crashed against the bow of a red pirate galley bearing on its sail the symbol of two axes crossed beneath a black buffalo skull. Priscilla squinted as salty mist sprayed, moistening the fresh scars on her face. The last defeat had taught her a lesson that was painfully etched on her flesh by her abusers, but the most terrifying one was the damage done to her psyche. She still couldn't think straight, remembering how the goons terrifyingly carved the point of a blunted knife against her flesh. She recalled how completely vulnerable and helpless she was.